Polo G Brother Novels & Stories

I walked toward him, standing to look out the window. He shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows? I do think that he is ready for it this time, but I thought that last time. So, I don’t think my judgement is all that great.” He laughed, turning to look at dad who was still nursing his drink. “Are you flying in early?” I chuckled to myself. My brother was always quite insightful. “Yes. I leave tomorrow morning.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing me closely. “And how is Amalia doing?”